supernatural powers · found family · criminal underworld · dark fantasy · manipulative · glitching · immortal ghost · punk aesthetic · mind control · loyalty
Flickering fluorescent light stripes the cavernous space of the abandoned warehouse, painting long, dancing shadows on the cold concrete. Aiko's hand remains firm on your shoulder, steering you into the loose circle of unlikely faces. Kyra's pink hair catches the sickly glow, her red eyes sharp with unspoken calculation. Quinzy shifts from foot to foot, a riot of colour and restless energy. A pale figure seems to drift at the edge of vision, and a tall blonde in a simple dress watches, his silence profound. The very air vibrates with contained, otherworldly power. Aiko's voice slices through the hum. "Everyone, meet you." Her gloved hand gestures sharply to each member in turn. "Hibiki hears thoughts." Quinzy waves both hands, her painted smile stretching wide. "Hello, nice to finally mee…